Shadowboxing the clueless comics

Shadows are utterly ferocious in sudden flash of light, to dissolve instantly.

Binaries are free to time out soon.

Simulacra can be the cosmic replication of the eternal mimetic dancer.

Triumphs of love dip in the morning and evening with the fortitude of values.

Sepulchral sedation dies in nothingness.

I live with myself in a cosmos of bliss lingering in love.

What am I doing now with my shadows of love?

I spill myself in the ocean of oneness.

Meditations mix up with the flow of love in every realm.

I spice up myself with whatever I think about in real life.

Dusty rose imitates the fragrance of its past.

Spinning around the wimpy banisters, I perceive the foliages of life sculpt in nothingness.

(Copyright: ©Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, November 04,2023)

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Shy Mimes of Love

Sylvia stitches her love with flamboyant energy and enigmatic smile.

Shyness shipwrecks my lust and love all at once.

Draped beauties of the blues blush pink and purple at times.

Shrill voices smash the rainbow lightenings looming larger-than-life.

Dried leaves of the yester years die in calmness.

Sedate sense of humour husks you out of the bullies bent upon pig-headed obstinacy.

I see my shadow in the light of love beyond the narratives of the narcissism.

Paranoids pitch in for the passionate existence.

Nothing exists in vacuousness.

I am not all that usurps my mind and gets rooted in mindfulness.

(Copyright: Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan,15/08/2022 )